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It’s a beautiful Monday morning. The city hums with quiet anticipation. The streets are filling with people, getting ready for the first day of work. Cars rolling by, kids laughing as their parents walk them to school.
The weather isn't too cold. So Harry is just wearing a blue cardigan, the one with tiny yellow flowers scattered across it. And a pair of black trousers. His makeup is soft today but he's wearing his usuall pink lipstick.
He checks his hair in the mirror one last time before grabbing his keys and locking the door behind him. He glances at his watch, he still has about forty minutes to be at work.
That’s enough. He’s planning to stop by Zayn’s workplace to return his flash drive. Last night, all of them had stayed over at Harry’s House. He sees Niall everyday at work but it had been a while since he’d hung out with Liam and Zayn and they had a great time.
They played video games, well, mostly Liam and Zayn did. Harry just watched, pretending to follow along, even though football games make absolutely no sense to him. They ate way too many snacks, laughed a lot, and stayed up far too late.
Apparently, Zayn had ended up a bit too drunk to keep track of his things and the black flash drive had slipped out of his pocket. He needs it for work today, so Harry is driving over first thing in the morning to give it to him.
It's not a long drive. It only takes ten minutes to get there. Harry parks, steps out of the car, and looks up at the building. Ten floors, sleek glass windows, and a quiet kind of elegance.
The TOMLINSON COMPANY is written in bold golden letters across the top.
Harry shifts his black purse onto his right shoulder and walks toward the entrance. He greets the security guard with a small smile. The man nods back, he knows Harry by now. It’s not his first time here.
He heads to the elevator, presses the button, and waits for it to come down. Leaning his back against the wall, he lets his eyes wander across the lobby. That’s when he notices a woman speaking to the security guard, her voice low but firm.
Then, she starts walking toward him with quiet confidence. Her steps are steady, deliberate, her posture commanding. She walks like she owns the place.
She's a bit shorter than him. With short, brown hair. Her fring falls across her forehead. She’s wearing a white button-up, sleeves rolled to reveal strong forearms. It's paired with a sharp black suit and a black tie around her neck. The sound of her black high heels against the floor is somehow so commanding, it makes Harry want to drop to his knees.
When she steps closer, Harry catches her scent. It hits him fast. Tobacco and vanilla. And beneath it, something deeper. Something unmistakably alpha.
His body reacts before his mind does. A flicker of heat in his chest. A tightening in his gut. He swallows hard, trying to stay composed.
The woman stads right beside him. Harry clutches the strap of his purse. Trying to stay calm. He has spent so many nights with alphas, but none of them were woman. He's surprised his body is responding this way.
From the corner of his eye, he sees her looking at him. Checking him, from head to toe. Harry's nervous, instinctively he makes himself smaller under her stare.
She opens her mouth to speak. "Do you work here? I haven't seen you around."
Fuck. Harry can listen to her talking forever and never get tired from that special accent.
He presses his lips together, deciding what to say. "No." He finally murmurs, voice quiet. "I'm here for something else."
The woman wants to say something but the elevator doors slide open with a soft chime. She gestures toward Harry with a flick of her hand. “After you.”
Harry steps in. He's a bit surprised by her behavior. He’s used to being the one saying that to ladies, not the other way around. But, well, he reminds himself he’s the omega here. So maybe it makes sense.
She presses the button for the tenth floor, then turns her gaze to Harry. "Which floor are you going to?" She asks him.
Harry clears his throat once. "Number four, please. Thanks." He says, wondering why she’s headed so high up. The upper floors are usually for the managers or the CEO.
He steps out of the elevator, the soft ding echoing behind him as the doors slide shut. The hallway is quiet, his footsteps fall gently on the floor as he walks toward the familiar brown door at the end of the corridor. He stops in front of it and knocks on it before hearing Zayn’s cheerful voice rings out from inside. "Come in" He yells.
He goes in. "Hiiii." He says. stretching the word as he walks straight to Liam and pulls him into a hug. Liam is his best mate. An alpha with chocolate scent that always calms Harry’s nerves the moment they’re close. Liam taps his back a few times before settling back into his chair. Harry turns to Zayn, who’s still standing. He gives him a big smile. "Thanks for coming all the way here. I'm sorry for bothering you."
Harry shrugs it off. "It' not a long way. Though I had to wake up a bit early today and that's your fault." He says, fishing the flash drive out of his purse and handing it to Zayn.
Zayn takes it gratefully and plugs it into his computer. "I owe you one mate. Actually, we can go out for dinner this weekend, all of us. What do you say?" He says, glancing at Liam. Then, looking into Harry's eyes.
Harry sets his purse down on Zayn’s desk. He grabs a small candy from the bowl, and settles onto the sofa in the corner. "Actually, there is something you can do." He says, unwrapping the candy.
Zayn nods. "And what's that?"
Harry rests his chin on his left hand, glancing between them before his eyes settle on Zayn. "There’s this hot alpha I saw here today that I want to go out with." He pops the candy into his mouth, letting the sweetness melt as he speaks. "Why didn't you tell me you have such hot employees here?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at them expectantly.
Zayn rounds his desk and rests his bum on the edge, arms loosely crossed. "Who are you talking about? Which alpha? There are so many here."
Harry shrugs, still lounging on the sofa. "I don't know her name. But she's hot. That’s all I can tell you."
Liam frowns, eyebrows pulling together. This time, he speaks. "What? A woman? Since when do you date them?"
Harry twirls a curl around one finger. "Since I saw her." He says, voice light. "Plus, it's not like I want to go out with her. Just...one night would be good".
It’s not a lie. He doesn’t date. He’s never been in a real relationship, not since college. His friends know that about him. They know he’s only ever been with men. But something about this woman feels different. He thinks being with her would be a different kind of experience.
Zayn finally says. "Fine. Just tell me who you're thinking of and we'll talk to her. At least give us some clues."
Harry nods. thinking for a moment before speaking. "A hot woman with short brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a balck suit, really formal compared to the other employees. We were in the elevator together. She went to the tenth floor."
He watches Zayn and Liam’s eyes go wide. "The tenth floor?" They shout in unison, clearly surprised.
Harry nods, confused by their reaction. “Yeah… why?”
Liam stands up from his chair. "Short brown hair? Wearing a suit?" He asks one more time to be sure.
Harry frowns. "Yes? Oh and she had this really special accent. I think she’s from somewhere up north. Do you know her?”
Zayn taps his forhead with the heel of his hand. "Fuck. Harry. No. Not her. Anybody but her. We can't tell her that."
Harry stands up from the couch. "Why? What's the problem?"
"She's the CEO for god's sake." Zayn says, rubbing his temple. "Out of all the people here, you had to meet Louis?"
Louis? That's a beautiful name. And a CEO? That's even hotter. She probbaly has one of those large desks to bend him over and take him apart.
He rolls his eyes. "Okay. But do you know her? Does she do one time things...you know? Because I really want her."
Liam sighs. "Yeah. It’s kind of her thing. We’ve all seen it happen. Not often, but every few months there’s a new omega in her office. Thank God it's the top floor and nobody can hear them. I wonder how her secretary deals with those situations."
Harry smirks, eyes gleaming. Here? In her office? Wow. He can't wait to be there too.
A question pops into his mind. "Tell me, have you ever seen those omegas? What's her type? I need to know if I’ve got a chance or not."
Zayn sips his coffee. It's probably cold by now. He huffs. "Most of them are men. She’s probably into male omegas. Happy now?"
Harry grins. It can't get better than this. "That's enough information. Oh I can't wait to go up there and knock on her door."
Liam shakes his head. "Please don't. Look...she doesn't do relationships at all. I’ve heard she’s cold and emotionless. She just uses omegas for her own pleasure before letting them go. I know it's a one time thing. But..." He hesitates, voice softening. "I don't know. I don't think she's good for you."
Harry purses his lips. He knows his friends only wants the best for him. But he can’t stop thinking about her. He wants her. Even if it’s just once.
He sighs.
Maybe he should think about it more. He checks the time, realizing he has to leave soon if he doesn’t want to be late. "Okay. Never mind." He says, brushing the thought away.
He turns his gaze to Zayn."So...this weekend?"
Zayn taps his shoulder twice. He smiles. "Yes. I can't wait to see you and Niall. It's going to be fun."
Harry laughs. "I bet. But don't leave your stuff at my place again. I don't like waking up this early."
He hugs them both one last time before heading out, leaving the building and getting into his car.
On the drive, his mind drifts back to what Liam said. The warnings. The stories. The risk. But none of it matters.
Because at the end of the day, that alpha, Louis, is what he wants the most.
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The sun drifts into his room and it falls on Harry's face, making him open them. He yawn, stretches his body and reaches for his phone to take a look at the time. It's ten in the morning.
Thankfully, he doesn't work today. Yesterday when he was at work, he couldn't stop thinking about the alpha he met. He was thinking nonstope and he was trying to find a way to see her again.
He only comes up with one thing. Just go there and ask her to fuck him. That's it.
He knows it's not the best way. But who cares? They're both do one time things and she's into male omegas. Harry can be the best omega man she's ever spent time with.
He takes shower first thing in the morning. After that, he searches through his closet and finds his white skirt، the one that falls just to his knees. He pairs it with a pink crop top, so soft, dotted with tiny red cherries. He looks at himself in the mirror. He loves this outfit. It makes him feel beautiful and delicate.
He puts on some makes up. Just a little mascara to bring out the green in his eyes and his usual pink lipstick.
He smiles to himself. It's the best outfit he can wear to impress the alpha.
He goes to his kitchen to eat breakfast. He sips on his coffee while he waits for the pancakes to bake. After that, he grabs his car keys and heads to his car. Driving to the TOMLINSON COMPANY.
He thinks about what to say when he gets there. Thank God the security knows him at least. He's not worried about that. But definitely the secretary doesn't just let him in. He should find an excuse. Maybe telling them he has a meeting with her? Or introduce himself as her new omega?
From what he heard, it's not uncommon for the CEO to have someone new every few months.
He doesn't think much about it. He just let things happen when he gets there. He finds a perfect parking spot and gets out of the car. Smiling to the security and passing him to reach the elevator, just like yesterday.
He presses the tenth botton. Looking at himself in the mirror. Fixing his hair, checking he looks good. The anticipation coils in his stomach the more he goes up.
Finally, the elevator doors open.
He steps out of it and looks his surrondings. It's big and so beautiful. More elegant than other floors.
At the end of it, there's a white desk and a woman is sitting behind it. Harry gets closer. From the scent, he can tell she's an omega.
The woman is typing something on the computer, she doesn't even notice him. He clears his throat once, getting his attention. When her eyes lock with his, he gives a small smile. "Hello. Hope you're having a good day. I'm here to see Ms. Tomlinson. Is she in her office today?"
The woman looks at him. She has a judgmental look on her face. Probably thinking why would someone like Harry appears out of nowhere and demands such a thing.
She puts her glasses aside. "Do you have a reservation?"
Harry thinks a moment. "No. It's urgent. I couldn't get a reservation. But she's waiting for me."
She looks at him carefully this time. Observing everything. His make up. His outfit. His long legs showing. And doesn't seem to believe him.
She shrugs her shoulders. "Tell me your name and then go inside."
Harry tells his full name before thanking him quitely. He can't believe it was so easy to be here. He turns on his heel and reaches the wide white door behind him.
He knocks on the door once. Someone shouts 'come in' with a commanding tone. Harry shives and then, he opens the door.
He steps into the office. The room is large. The walls are a cool matte gray, absorbing light. Natural sunlight pours in through tall windows, casting sharp lines across the dark wood floors.
There's a large desk in the middle of the room. It’s made of sleek black wood. On its surface there is a leather notebook, a single gold pen, and a laptop. Behind the desk, there is a black leather chair, like a throne. Louis is sitting on it, looking at him curiously while Harry is trying so hard not to imagine himself bent over her desk, with Louis ravishing him.
A white sofa sits in front of the desk, it seems so soft, quietly inviting him to take a seat.
Before he closes the door, Louis interrupts him. "I don't remeber I had a meeting today?" She says, scanning him. Her eyes lingers on his thighs just a second longer before she forces herself to look away. But Harry notices.
"I remember you from yesterday. what's your name? Are you here for job application?"
He colses the door and stands by the door frame, hands clapsing behind his back. Trying to impress the alpha and show her how submissive he can be. "I'm Harry. Um...No. I'm actually here for something else."
The alpha locks her fingers on the desk. "And what is that?"
Harry bites his lip. He doesn't know how he should say it out loud. He's normally not a shy guy and certainly this isn't his first time doing such a thing. But this woman is making him feel things he's never felt before. He takes a step forward. Looking in her eyes but doesn't say anything.
The alpha leans back on her chair. More comfortably. Spreading her legs before speaking. "Are you here for me?"
Harry gasps. He's a bit taken aback, but he's happy she already knows everything.
He doesn't dare to look in her eyes. So he looks down at his feet. Fingers fidgeting with the hem of his crop top now.
He stays silent until Louis speaks again. "Take a seat on the sofa." She says. Firmly. Commanding. Leaving no room for hesitation.
Harry obeys instantly. He sits on the sofa in front of her desk. Still not looking in her eyes.
Louis leans forward. "Look me in the eyes and answer my question." She says louder this time. It makes Harry snap his neck up so fast it hurts a little bit.
He looks at her eyes. The black eyeliner highlights her blue eyes beautifully.
He swallows and nods his head.
Louis huffs. She leans back again. "Use your words. I don't have time all day."
Harry opens his mouth. "Yes." He mumbles. His voice can't get louder than this.
Louis smirks. She finally stands up from her chair and rounds the desk. Harry can see her completely now. She's wearing the same black suit just like yesterday. The sound of her high heels makes something in his stomach turn. He's so nervous and excited.
She sits beside him on the sofa. Turning to him completely. "Do you even know who you came to?"
Harry nods before meeting Louis' stern gaze and realizing he has to use his words. "Yes. I...I've heard you like omegas. Men, mostly." The last part comes out as a whisper.
Louis humms in understanding. "That's right." She puts one finger under his chin. "You're a pretty omega. I can't believe you came here all on your own."
Then, she removes her finger. Leaning on the sofa. "On your knees, then."
Harry opens his mouth to say something, but then he closes it. He really didn't expect it to go so fast. He hesitates for a second before standing up. Kneeling in front of her spread legs. The floor is rough beneath him but he doesn't care. He can't believe he finally gets to be on his knees for the alpha.
He looks up at her. Waiting for her next command.
After he adjusts himslef, he reaches for Louis' belt, his hands trembling. He manages to unbuckle it and undo her buttons after a moment, with a little help from the alpha.
He pushes the pants down and the first thing he notices is her black calvin klein boxer and of course, her obvious bulge.
He pushes the boxers down too. What he sees next is something he’s never laid eyes on before. He freezes for a second, staring at Louis’ smooth, hairless pussy. He hasn’t touched her yet, but he can already imagine how soft her lips would feel against his mouth.
Where her clit should be, there’s a cock instead. It's big, so much bigger than his two inches cock. She doesn't have balls. She only has a big knot at the base. A knot Harry’s been dreaming about since yesterday.
He doesn't know what to do, doesn’t know where to begin. Should he just suck her cock? Or start with her pussy first?
Louis seems to sense his hesitation. She chuckles softly above him. "You know you can do whatever you want. I don't mind it. Although I like it the most when my cock is being sucked."
Harry keeps that in mind. He wants to save the big pleasure for the last. So, he starts slow, lips brushing against her folds. He sucks gently, trying his best to make Louis feel good, to show her how much he wants this.
It works. Louis closes her eyes and a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her head tips back against the sofa, legs falling open wider, inviting more.
Harry moves to her other lip, giving it the same slow attention. He’s really trying to make her feel good. And Louis seems to enjoy it. But she’s not getting very wet, and that makes doubt begin to creep in. Maybe he’s doing something wrong.
He slows down, lips hovering. What did he miss? What could he do better for her?
As if sensing his uncertainty, Louis opens her eyes and looks down at him. Harry’s completely still now, gaze locked on hers. He's nervous and he knows she can smell the shift in his scent. "Am I doing it alright, alpha?" Is this what you wanted?"
Louis gently brushes his brown curls back from his face, her touch soft and grounding. "Of course omega. Just keep doing what you're doing."
But Harry isn’t convinced. His brows knit together. "But...you're not getting wet and it's my fault, isn’t it? Please tell me and I'll be good for you. I promise." He really is trying his best to prove himself.
Louis gives him a warm smile, eyes soft with understanding. "You're such a sweet omega. Is that why you were worried earlier?" She asks.
Harry nods. Louis continues to stroke his hair. "Listen to me. I know I’ve got a pussy down there, but I don’t make much slick, not like omegas do. Not like you. I bet you always soak your panties whenever you see a random alpha around you. You’re such a cockslut."
As she says it, she taps his cheek lightly with the tip of her cock.
Relief washes over Harry now that he knows he didn’t do anything wrong. This is all new to him. Maybe they covered female alpha biology back in high school but he doesn't remember anything. He makes a quiet note to learn more later, to understand her better.
Louis continues. "When I get aroused, I get a little wet, but my cock gets so hard and I need to pop my knot, just like any other alpha."
Then she reaches down, wraps her fingers around her cock and presses the tip against Harry’s lips. "And right now, it needs your attention."
Harry starts sucking the tip. Hard. The weight of it on his tongue feels like heaven. He can't believe he gets to suck the alpha after dreaming about it so much.
He pushes his head down, trying to take more. Louis’ voice rises, her breath catching. She is trying so hard to control herself now.
The alpha was right. Harry can tell she mostly enjoys when her cock is being sucked.
Harry bobs his head up and down slowly. He almost puts all of her in his mouth, wrapping her fingers around the part that can't fit in.
Louis sits up straighter. Her right hand finds his curls and grips tight. "I want to fuck your mouth. Tap my thigh once if you want me to stop."
Harry freezes. Both of his hands rest on his thigh. He stays still and obedient for Louis to use him however she likes. His wide, teary eyes never leave her face, as she thrusts slowly into his mouth. Her moans getting louder and louder. He can see the alpha is close to knotting his mouth.
Her grip tightens in his hair, sharp enough to make his scalp ache. She grips his chin firmly with her left hand. Her legs tremble. Her breath comes in harsh waves. She’s close to pop her knot.
But she doesn't.
Instead, she pulls out and releases on Harry's face, panting above him. "Look at you, with my cum on your face. You're such a pretty girl now."
Harry blushes, eyes fluttering shut. He can feel her warm cum on his nose, cheeks, eyes, everywhere on his face. It feels so good to be marked like this but he still wishes she’d knotted him.
Louis leans back against the sofa. Her chest rising and falling as she tries to come down from her high. She takes a few deep breaths before opening her eyes and looking at Harry again. "You're a pretty omega. It's a shame I couldn't knot you. I’ll definitely do it next time."
The idea of a next time makes Harry’s heart flutter.
Harry rises slowly, knees trembling from how long he’d been kneeling. He doesn't know what to do now. Meybe it's better to leave. He doubts the alpha would ever give anything back. His friends had warned him, she only cares about her own pleasure.
He walks to her desk, grabs a few tissues, and gently wipes his face. He tosses the tissues into the trash and starts to gather himself.
But he's surpries when Louis grabs his wrist firmly, pulling him onto her lap.
He gasp, eyes wide. "Alpha? What are you doing?"
She starts caressing his thighs. "Did you really think I’d let you go that easily? Look at these thighs. Damn. I could bite them until they’re red." She says and slaps his left thigh. Hard enough to sting.
Harry wraps her arms around her neck. He wants to kiss her so bad but he doesn't dare to do it. Louis searches his eyes and, as if reading his mind, she crashes her mouth onto his. Harry kisses her with a hunger he’s kept quiet for too long. Louis holds him tightly, one arm locked around his waist, the other cradling the back of his head. Her lips are confident, demanding, and Harry gives in. He opens to her, letting her lead, letting her take everything she wants.
Louis stops, her gaze steady on him. "I've never seen a man like you. You're a good guy, beautiful and tall." Her fingers trace circles on Harry's waist. "And so delicate," she adds, voice dipping lower. "With your sweet lavender scent. You drive all the alphas crazy and I'm no exception."
Harry’s breath hitches. He tries to stay quiet, but his voice escapes anyway. Louis leans in, her lips brushing his neck, leaving a trail of warmth. She presses a kiss there, slow and deliberate and Harry shivers. "You look so stunning in this dress. Pink suits you."
Harry blushes, it's been a long time since somone has kissed him like this. Since someone made him feel this wanted and made him lose control over his body. He is so wet. He needs Louis to take care of him right now. "Please, alpha. I need you...just do something."
Louis' hands glide gently over his bare thighs. She gets higher to reach his panties but she stops before her fingers touch it. "What do you need baby? Be a good girl and tell me."
Harry whines softly, the sound muffled as he buries his face in the crook of Louis’ neck. "I'll take anything you give me, alpha." He whispers, voice barely audible.
Louis squeezes his ass once. "I need you to tell me. Don't you want to be my good girl?" Harry clutches her neck harder.
He loves that. Loves being Louis' good girl. He tries to say something. "I...I'm so wet. I want you to let me come, please alpha."
Louis grabs his waist, pulling him closer. Harry gasps, grinding against her thigh with desperate need. "Do you like this? humping my leg and chasing your own pleasure?"
Harry nods, he is not able to speak. He can only moan in response. Clearly Louis isn't satisfied with that. She threads her fingers through his hair, gripping gently but firmly, tilting his head just enough to meet his eyes. "Answer me, omega. Let me hear your words."
Harry moves faster. "Yes, I like it, thank you...alpha. It feels so good."
Louis smiles and kisses his lips. "Very well, now I should give you your reward for being such a good girl for me."
Her hands goes under his skirt, touches his small cock through his white, lace panties. "I love it when omegas wear panties. It's soft against their skin, isn't it darling?" She pulls his panties down slightly to touch his cock properly and gives a smirk. "Oh I also love it when omegas have small cock. It's so easy to play with it." She takes a look down there. "It's a lovely little thing, the perfect size for an omega like you because you don't need it anyway. Am I right Harry?"
"Yes, it's for you alpha." Harry says, breathless. He is a little tired from doing all the work by himslef but he wants to make Louis happy.
Louis removes his fingers from his cock. Harry moans at the loss but he feels her fingers against his hole this time. "What you need the most is this sweet little hole to be filled." She pushes just her fingertips inside. "Oh I love your hole, it's soaking my fingers in. Do you want to be filled omega? Knotted?"
Harry moans a little louder when he hears that word. He wants Louis to take him right then and there. He needs to be knotted by her. "Alpha, I need you please. Need your fingers inside me." He starts to beg.
Louis pushes one finger inside. "You're so wet I could just push all my fingers inside you at once."
Harry loves that idea, he can take whatever Louis would give him. She pushes the second finger and starts scissoring. Her other hand is on his small cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Harry buries his face in Louis’ shoulder, his moans muffled and shaky, letting her do the job. "Look at me, let me see you when you come. There you are. You're my very good girl."
Harry looks into her blue eyes. He knows his mascara must be ruined by now, smudged from sweat and the few quiet tears he couldn’t hold back. But Louis’ makeup is untouched. She sits so still, so firm. Like a powerful alpha woman. And she’s taking care of him.
"Can I...can I come alpha, please?" Harry asks softly.
Louis gains speed, stroking his cock faster to make Harry come. "Such a good girl for asking. Come for me omega. Now!"
With Louis' commading tone, Harry reaches his climax. He can't keep his eyes open any longer. He collapses onto Louis' chest while she rubs his back, trying to calm him down from his high. Louis kisses his hair, his forhead. She is talking to him softly. "You came so hard, you are such a good omega. I'm so proud."
Then, Louis starts kissing his hair. Harry didn't really see it coming. He thought Louis would just kick him out now that everything is over. But she didn't and she’s being so gentle with him.
She gently lays him on the couch, his head resting on the armrest. Harry slowly opens his eyes and sees Louis going to the small fridge in the corner. After a moment, she returns with a glass of juice and some biscuits.
"Here. Drink this. Sweet things help your energy come back."
Harry gratefully sips it. It's pineapple and it's so sweet on his tongue. Louis feeds him a piece of biscuit and he chews slowly. She was right. It really does bring his energy back.
The minutes pass in an awkward silence. After Harry drinks all the juice from the glass, Louis rises from the couch and walks to her desk. Harry really doesn't know what to do next. But he can tell Louis is busy right now with her work and he should just leave.
He stands and adjusts his skirt, fingers smoothing the fabric, trying to look presentable before leaving. But Louis stops him right away.
"Wait." She says, getting up and holding something in her hand. "This is my card. It's actually the business card, so my personal number isn’t on it. But if you want to reach me again, call the number here. It connects you to my secretary. Introduce yourself and she’ll give you my number. I’ll go and give her your name now."
She hands Harry the business card. It's black and golden. 'TOMLINSON COMPANY' and a number is written in glittering gold letters on it. Harry smiles when he sees it. His chest warms. Maybe he'll see the alpha again.
"I'd like to see you again, omega." Louis says with a wink. Then, she turns on her heel, already heading back to her desk.
Harry just nods. "Goodbye, alpha." He says and leaves the office.
The alpha's scent clings to him. He knows the secretary will notice but he doesn't care. He just gives her a small wave goodbye, then steps into the elevator.
By the time he reaches his car, the card stays clenched in his hand.
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It’s a sunny Friday afternoon. Harry steps out of the shower and reaches for the clothes he picked out earlier. He wants to wear a lilac cardigan. Maybe it would be something Louis likes. It's paired with short jeans.
The last time he saw Louis was Tuesday. After he left her office, he called the secretary to get Louis' number. Since then, they’ve been texting. They didn't talk much, mostly asking about each other's day. Harry wanted to see her. He doesn't know if Louis wanted that too until she asked him last night.
Harry accepted immediately. Then, he remembered he and his friends were supposed to go out this weekend. He came up with an excuse. He feels horrible about it. He knows he shouldn't lie but he can't tell them the truth either. It's not like they'd judge him for his decisions but they clearly don't like Louis. So Harry decides to keep it a secret for now.
Besides, it's not like he gets to be with her often so he's just taking every opportunity he can.
Louis had told him she’d pick him up at six p.m. It was a simple command. He still has almost an hour. He keeps telling himself it’s not a date. Just a casual outing. Nothing serious. But every time he repeats it, his omega disagrees stubbornly. After he's done putting his makeup, he hears doorbell ring. He goes to open the door, heart thudding against his ribs. He opens it.
And there she is.
Louis stands in the doorway. Her scent hits him instantly, so warm and ao grounding. It wraps around him. God, he didn’t know he missed her scent. She looks effortlessly stunning. Alpha. Confident. Calm.
Louis isn’t wearing her usual work suits today. Instead, she’s dressed in blue jeans, a white satin shirt glows softly under a black leather coat. She is holding a bouquet of pink and blue roses. Making Harry's eyes go wide.
Are those flowers for him? But he’d been told she didn’t care, that she was cold and emotionless.
She extends the flowers toward him, her voice gentle. "Hi Harry. These are for you."
Harry look at fhe flowers, a big smile blooming across his lips. "These are for me? Thank you Louis, you're so kind." He steps forward and wraps his arms around her.
Louis hold Harry's waist and gives his head a little kiss. "Of course they're for you. Pretty flowers for a pretty omega. Right?"
Harry flushes a deep red, warmth blooming across his cheeks. He goes back to locks his door, fingers fumbling slightly on the handle. Louis places her left hand on the small of his back, guiding him gently toward the car. Her touch is firm and grounding.
It’s a Jaguar. Black. The body’s too polished. It’s the perfect car for an alpha like her.
Louis opens the passenger door for him without a word, and Harry slides in. She circles around and settles behind the wheel. It takse almost 10 minutes to get to the pub by car.
The idea of going to the pub was Harry’s. Louis strongly disagreed, she had planned to take him to a fancy restaurant. But Harry doesn’t feel comfortable in places like that, at least not right now. He just wanted to be somewhere cozy enough, and Louis finally agreed.
The silence between them isn't awkward, it's comforting. Harry closes his eyes, inhaling Louis' scent to soothe his mind. It's been a stressfull week and he is happy to have the alpha beside him now. Louis is first to break the silence. "I actually wanted to see you sooner. I thought maybe a weekend at the pub would be good" Her tone is softer, as if she's unsure about it.
Harry can't believe she actually wanted to see him. He turns to her and shakes his head. "Yes. It's all okay. I'm glad I came out of my house. Think I needed it."
Louis gives a small smile and slows down to park the car. Once they’re out, they go toward the enterance together. The pub is full of people since it's a Friday night, but somehow, they manage to find a cozy spot tucked near the back. Dim lighting. Soft music. Just enough space for quiet conversation.
Louis picks up the menu. "I love all the drinks here but I'm really hungry right now. The last time I ate was lunch time and it was a tiny sandwich. What do you want Harry?"
Harry leans over the table, scanning the menu. He is hungry as well. He already knows what he wants. "I'm really craving fish right now, with some salad."
Louis nods and gestures for the waitress to come over. She’s young, blonde, and petite, no doubt an omega. She offers a polite smile, but Harry notices the way her breath catches when she sees Louis. "Did you choose what you want to order?" she asks, voice steady but eyes flicking toward Louis.
"Fish, salad and a burger." Louis replies smoothly. Then she turns to Harry. "Harry, do you drink soda?"
He nods. "Yes."
"Then two cans of soda, please. Thank you very much."
The waitres writes down their orders. Her gaze drifting to Louis' eyes and lingering there a second too long. "I'll bring them right away." And then she gives a quick wink to Louis.
Harry shouldn't be feeling like this. The girl isn't even flirting that much, maybe it just comes with the job? But, even if she is really flirting, he souldn't feel jealous like this. It's not like Louis is his alpha (his omega whines in protest.) They're just...friends. Friends that help each other get off. One time.
Really, really good friends.
He turns to Louis. "I should go and wash my hands before the food arrives. Would you mind watching my purse here?"
Louis shakes her head. "No, it's ok. You go, I’ll be waiting."
Harry gets up from his chair and walks toward the bathroom. He washes his face, tries to calm down.
It's a lot. It's too much.
Trying not to be turned on around an alpha like Louis is already a challenge. But now there’s jealousy too, sharp and sudden, and he doesn’t even know where it came from.
And then there’s his omega. Whining. Restless. Wanting their alpha close. Even though Louis isn’t his.
He comes out of the bathroom and starts walking back to their table. But halfway there, he freezes when he sees the same omega waitress is standing beside Louis. She is talking and laughing with her. Harry watches, heart tightening. After a moment, she smiles and then leaves their table. Harry finally moves. He slides back into his seat, trying to keep his voice light. "I saw the waitress here and I thought our food was ready." He hopes it sounds casual. But his scent betrays him, just a hint of sourness. But no doubt Louis notices.
Louis shakes her head. "No, she said the food would be ready in about five minutes."
Harry hums softly. He glances toward the waitress, who’s still standing nearby, still staring at Louis. "Wow." He mutters. "It seems like she can't take her eyes off you." He knows he sounds a bit irritated but whatever. Louis already notices that from his scent.
Louis chuckles, low and amused. "Oh, look who’s jealous." Harry shakes his head, trying to deny it, but the flush on his cheeks betrays him.
Louis leans in a little, voice softer now. "Well, I have to admit I like this version of you." She pauses, then adds with a smirk. "But no need to be jealous, omega. She actually was here to get my number earlier but I rejected."
Harry's eyes go wide. Why would Louis reject her? She seems to be a nice girl and there is nothing stopping Louis. "Why?" he asks, voice barely more than a whisper.
Louis takes a sip of her water, her gaze steady. "Isn’t it obvious?" she says, setting the glass down. "I have an omega here all to myself."
Harry blushes, fingers fidgeting in his lap. He looks down at them, trying to steady himself. They're not dating but it's still good to hear Louis not wanting other omegas. At least not when he’s around.
The food arrives and they begin to eat. The clinking of cutlery and low hum of conversation around them fills the space. Harry takes a bite, chews slowly, and swallows. A question rises in his mind. He asks it just to ease the tension between them. And if he's curious, nobody has to know.
"Have you ever dated an omega?" he asks, eyes flicking up briefly. " Regrdless of their...gender, I mean. You know?"
Louis nods and wipes her mouth gently before answering. "I used to have an omega girlfriend. We dated for...almost eight months. Back then I was still in college, juggling classes and work. It was a lot. And I think she just couldn’t handle it anymore. She broke up… or at least, that’s what I believe the reason was."
Harry frowns, his fork pausing mid-air. "That's so unfair." he says quietly but he really doesn't know what else to add, so he just nods, encouraging Louis to continue if she wants to.
Louis leans back slightly. "Well, I was heartbroken obviously. I didn't date anyone untill I finished studyng. Just a few hookups here and there. One night I accidently found a man. An omega. I wasn't really into it but he was. So, we spent one night together and after that...I realized I liked male omegas."
She holds his gaze now. "The way they submit, it's different than any other girls. They can be taller than me, more muscular even. But they still beg for me to take them and that really turns me on."
Harry swallows hard, shifting slightly in his seat. He tries not to squirm. Tries not to get slick. They're eating dinner for god's sake. He looks down at his plate, pushing a piece of fish around with his fork. "Have you ever dated any men?"
Louis takes another bite. "Just one." she says. "It lasted about five months. I think I wasn't ready for another relationship yet. And he wasn't that into me either, you know."
Harry wonders how anyone could not be into Louis. Whoever let her go missed a great opportunity. But, well, he's glad. Because if things had gone differently, she wouldn’t be here now. With him.
"How about you?" Louis asks, eating the last bite of her hamburger. "Have you ever been with someone like...me?"
Harry knows exactly what she means. "No, I've...I've never been with a female alpha bafore. Just with...men. You know?"
Louis sips the last of her drink and wipes her mouth with a napkin. "I suppose they were really good, huh? So good you never thought to try something different." Her tone is teasing, but there's a glint in her eyes, something curious.
Harry smiles shyly, looking down at his lap. "I wouldn't say it like that. I just never gave it a try." He looks directly at Louis' eyes. "I don't know.. Maybe I just didn't find the right woman to show me how it feels." He murmers and tucks a strand of curl behind his ear.
Louis nods. "In that case, I can show you how it feels."
Harry looks directly in her eyes and simply answers with one word. "Yes."
Louis tosses the napkin on the table and gets up from her chair to stand next to him. She puts both of her arms on the back of the chair and traps Harry between the chair and herself. She leans. Her lips only a few inches apart from Harry. His eyes alternating between her gaze and her lips. Until she finally gives in.
Louis starts kissing him. Dirty from the start. Her left arm wraps around Harry's waist and her right arm around his neck, keeping him still and finding a way to push her tongue in his mouth.
After a moment, Louis pulls back from the kiss, her breath warm against Harry’s lips. He wants to whine at the loss, his omega already missing the contact. but she speaks before he can. "Do you wanna leave here now? she asks, voice low and husky. "We can go at my place."
Harry’s answer is barely a whisper. "Yes, please." And then he leans in again, kissing her with more urgency. Louis laughs softly.
"Wait. Let me...let me grab my keys so we can go to the car. Just give me a moment, omega." She says, breathless.
Harry lets go, his cheeks flushed. As they walk out of the pub, he focuses on keeping himself together and trying not to get slick. But Louis’ scent is everywhere now. And it’s getting harder to pretend he doesn’t want more.
While Louis drives, Harry takes some deep breaths. He tells himself to wait. Just until they get to her place. But he can't.
Not when he sees Louis’s hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Not when her jaw is clenched, her eyes fixed on the road like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. It’s not just him. She’s holding herself back too.
Harry's breath hitches as Louis’s left hand drifts closer, until it rests gently on his thigh. He lets out a soft sound. His body tenses, then tries to relax under her touch. But it’s impossible to stay calm when her fingers move slowly, tracing patterns that make his skin buzz.
She taps his inner tigh once. A silent signal. Harry shifts slightly, legs parting for the alpha to show he wants this. Her hand drifts higher, her fingers brushing over his small cock once. The gentle touch isn't enough. Harry tries to keep her hand on his cock to get more friction. His hips shifts, silently asking for more.
But then Louis’ grip tightens on his thigh. "Stay still, omega. Be a good girl and let us arrive first."
Harry swallows hard, his cheeks flushed. He needs more but he doesn't want to disobey her. He grips the seatbelt tighter. He needs something to hold onto. Because if he doesn’t, he would touch his cock and surly the alpha wouldn't like it.
Louis doesn't touch him the way he wants. But Harry tells himself it’s worth the wait. After five minutes, Louis pulls into the parking lot of a ten-level building. He doesn't register the surroundings. His focus is on Louis and her left hand on his back as she guides him toward the elevator. Her touch is firm, possessive and it makes him want to jump Louis right there.
Before he does anything, the alpha tugs his hair. "God. You're so despreate. Just wait a few seconds. Have some manners."
She reaches for her keys to unlock the door. Harry smirks. "Oh, you're talking about manners? But I sucked you off at your own office where anyone could've walked in. I'm sure doing it in the elevator isn't worse than that."
Louis opens the door and gestures for him to go in first. The moment she steps inside, the door clicks shut. She pins Harry’s back to the wall, her body close, her hand grips his chin, firm. Tilting his face up to meet her gaze. "I didn't realize you could be such a brat, omega." she murmurs, voice low. "What should I do about it, hmm?"
She kisses him. Hard. Messy. Until they're both breathless. "Take me to bed alpha. Please."
Louis doesn't wait a second longer. She grabs his hand and leads him to her bedroom. The door to her room swings open and Harry barely registers the space before she’s guiding him onto the bed. It's big enough for two people. White, soft sheets with blue soft blankets and pillows over it. It smells like her. Clean, warm, and unmistakably alpha.
Louis shrugs off her black coat, draping it over a chair. Then, she grabs Harry's waist. She leans in, pressing a kiss to the curve of his neck while her hands roam over Harry's body. Tugging at the hem of his purple crop top. Harry understands. He lifts it off. Now he stands in nothing but his soft pink panties.
He looks at Louis.
The alpha is bare from the waist up, save for a black bra. Her chest isn’t large, just slightly fuller than his own. A perfect size for an alpha woman like her.
Louis kneels on the bed and guides Harry gently onto his back, his head on the soft pillow. She leans over him, her lips trailing across his skin. Harry lets out a soft moan, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. He doesn't know how long he can hold himself together.
Louis moves lower. Her left hand teasing Harry's nipple, while her lips start sucking his other nipple. Harry gasps, his back arching slightly. "Yeah...please alpha. Just like that. It feels so good."
He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation of Louis' tounge on him. His nipples are so sensitive he could come just from this. And it seems Louis realizes that.
Louis pulls back for a moment, her eyes drifting down. Harry’s panties are soaked through. "Look at you. So wet for me and I'm not even started." Her fingers teasing the edge of his panties. Then, with a quiet smirk, she tugs at the waistband. "All of this just because I touched your breast? Is it really that sensitive omega?"
Harry only nods.
"I should keep that in my mind. Maybe next time I could play with them a bit longer." Harry whines softly, his body already missing the warmth of Louis’s mouth on his chest. But of course, Louis has other plans.
She hooks her fingers into the waistband of his panties and slides them down until they’re off completely, leaving him bare in the middle of the bed. "Right now, I have this small cock to take care of."
Louis lowers herself to suck his cock. Just the tip. Harry moans, his body trembling. Her lips are so warm and so good around his tip but it's not enough.
He tries to thrust his hips up, pushing all of himself into Louis' mouth to get more but Louis is faster. She presses him down, her grip firm on his waist. "What did I told you earlier, omega? Stay still and let me play with you." Then she delivers a sharp slap to his left thigh. Harry gasps. It stings for a moment but it's good. "Sorry alpha. I promise I'll be good. Just...please."
Louis smirks. She gives another slap before lowering herself again. Harry prepares himself to feel her mouth around his cock. But he doesn't expect when Louis' tongue licks his hole. His eyes go wide. "Fuck. Please alpha, it feels so good. Please don't stop."
And Louis doesn't. She keeps licking and sucking his hole. Harry is so wet and so ready to take her cock. But Louis' mouth feels good he thinks he's so close to coming. He feels her tongue entering him. His fingers slip into her hair, tugging gently. Not to guide her, but to hold onto something. His moans grow louder, legs falling open wider.
"Just like that, please. Yes, I'm gonna come. Don't stop don't stop. Please don't"
His legs tremble, his breath uneven and fast. But then Louis pulls away.
Harry moans at the loss. He opens his eyes, disappointment written all over his face. The alpha is sitting, looking at his eyes while caressing Harry's tighs gently. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes locked onto his. "But I told you not to stop." Harry pouts and Louis laughs. She kisses his lips and then she stands and steps away from the bed. Harry wants to protest but she cuts him off with a smile.
"I'm just going to get of my jeans. Wait a second for me.." She says softly.
Harry nods, eyes fixed on Louis as she strips out of the last of her clothes. Her pussy is a bit wet, like the last time. And her cock is hard. Harry is sure it's aching, just like his own small cock. He can't wait for Louis to knot him.
He just lies there. Waits for the alpha to take care of him. He is a bit nervous for what's about to happen in a few minutes but mostly, he’s excited and he trusts her.
Louis reaches for the drawer beside the bed. Harry watches her closely, heart pounding. Then he sees she is looking for something. Before she finds it, she pauses. Her eyes meet his. "Harry, are you sure you want to...?
But Harry doesn't even let Louis finish her words.
Instinctively, he rolls onto his hands and knees. Presenting properly for the alpha. This is what he’s wanted from the moment he saw her.
Louis moves closer. "I was actually going to ask you if you're sure about this. But, well, I think I know the answer now." She says with a soft laugh, her fingers beginning to rub slow circles into Harry’s back. "But I should be sure. You know you have to use your words, right?"
Harry looks at her over his shoulder. "Please, alpha. I wanted this for a long time. Please don't make me wait longer."
Louis holds his gaze. Wanting to make sure he is telling the truth. Then, she gives a small smile and leans in to press a kiss to his shoulder. "Are you sure you want to be in this position? I don't want you to get hurt, omega."
Harry huffs, a soft laugh escaping his lips. He loves the way Louis takes care of him. Loves the way she notices small details. But she is asking to many questions right now and all he want is for her to take him. "Louis. I swear I'm fine. I love to be like this for you. Now can you just do something?"
Louis arches one eyebrow. She spanks his ass. Once. Hard enough to leave a flush of red blooming across his skin. Harry moans but doesn't pull away. Instead, he sways his hips, silently asking for more.
"Is that how it works, omrga?" She gives another spank, seeming to notice Harry really enjoys them. "You, being a brat. Bossing me around to get what you want?"
Another smack.
"You're lucky I like it too. You present so good for me."
Harry can't see it but he knows Louis' strong, veined hands look perfect against his skin. It's the best feeling in the world.
His body aches for friction. So he tries to rub his small, aching cock on the sheets, just enough to ease the tension.
But Louis notices.
Her hands tighten around his hips, grounding him instantly. Then come two sharp smacks, harder this time. "Harry!" She says , voice low and commanding. "Stay still. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that. Be a good girl now or I won't knot you."
Harry knows she is teasing. Knows she wouldn’t really deny him what he needs. But the possibility lingers and he wants her knot more than anything. He stays still. "I'm sorry. I promise to be good. For real this time." he whispers. Then he feels Louis' hands start rubbing over the tender skin.
She leans in, her breath warm against Harry’s ear. "That’s better," she murmurs. "Good omegas get rewarded."
Her hand trails down, fingers tapping gently against his hole "You're so slick omega." She says, voice low. "Getting inside you would be so easy. I don't even think I need lube."
She picks up the bottle anyway. "But we don't want you to get hurt, do we?" Harry shakes his head, breath catching in anticipation.
The next thing he feels is a cool touch, Louis’s finger, slick with liquid, circling him slowly. Teasing. Patient.
Harry ties to relax his muscles, his breath coming in soft, uneven waves. Then, Louis' finger slips in slowly. Her touch is warm, real, and grounding.
Louis thrusts her finger in and out while the other hand rubs his spine. He exhales shakily, his body adjusting. "Does it feel good, omega?" She increases her speed a bit.
Harry whines. Sweet starts to run down from his face already and Louis has just used one finger to fuck him. He wonders how longer he can last. "Yes. Another finger please."
Louis kisses his back and then does as he's told. She adds another finger slowly. Waiting a moment for Harry to adjust to the stretch and then she starts thrusting them. Fast from the start, while still rubbing his back.
When she curls her fingers inside and starts hitting that bundle of nerves, it gets hard for Harry to stay still. His small cock needs to be touched but the alpha doesn't pay attention to it. He needs his hole to be filled and he's so ready for that. "It's enough...alpha please. I want you."
Louis checks on him. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush." When Harry nods, she slowly removes her finger, leaving Harry's hole empty.
But Harry doesn't wait longer. He sees Louis putting on the condom. She strokes it two times, relieving herself. She grabs his waist and makes Harry arch his back properly before aiming the tip to his waiting hole.
Harry gasps when the alpha pushes in the tip. Waiting for a second before he whines, signaling the alpha he wants more. Then, she presses in, stretching him around her cock. "Fuck...Harry. Your pretty little hole looks so good stuffed with my cock. Wish you could see it."
Harry turns his head, needing to see her. To see how the alpha looks when she is burried deep inside him. And fuck, when he does, his breath catches.
Louis is focused, radiant in her dominance. She looks so good taking Harry like this. Her scent now fills the room, wrapping around Harry like a blanket of safety and heat.
She is slowly massaging his stretched hole, making him relax and Harry loves they way Louis is gentle with him. But he can't be patient anymore. "Please...move, alpha."
Louis locks her eyes with him. Then, she pushes her cock out. Before Harry can protest, she presses his shoulders on the mattress, making him goes quite immediatly and stays however she likes. The alpha holds him down tightly.
And then, she thrusts all her cock in one go.
Harry lets out a sound, fisting the sheets under him as Louis starts moving fast. Pushing her cock in and out and not letting him move an inch.
He takes it. He takes all of it. His body trembling with effort and emotion. His face is pressed against the pillow, muffling the sounds that want to escape. But then, he hears Louis’s voice.
"Omega" Louis says, breathless from how fast she is fucking him. "Don’t hide from me omega. Let me hear you. You're so good to me."
Harry turns his head, resting his cheek against the pillow. And this time, he doesn’t hold back. He lets the sounds come. Gasping at a particulay hard thrust. "Fuck, alpha, yes...yes. Right there." He breathes, voice trembling.
He grips the sheets tighter, his body trembling with each wave of sensation. His spot getting hit in a ruthless rhythm. Louis’ hand rests at his neck. Not harsh. Just firm enough to remind him he’s held, he's claimed.
And Harry lets go.
He tells himself Louis isn’t his alpha. He’s said it before. Repeated it several times before. But his omega disagrees. His body sings with submission, with trust, with the quiet joy of being known so deeply. And in this moment, he doesn’t fight it. Because it feels good. Not just physically, but emotionally. To surrender. To be vulnerable. To let someone else carry the weight for a while.
He feels Louis slows down her movements, until she stays still with her cock inside him. She holds his waist firmly, pressing him gently into the mattress. Harry gasps when he feels the smallest friction on his small cock. He stays still, doesn't dare to rub himself against the sheets this time.
But Louis doesn't go back to fucking him again. Instead, she shifts slowly, circling inside him with a kind of precision that makes Harry tremble. Massaging his prostate with the tip of her cock. Harry sighs in relief when her movements make his cock rub a bit agaist the sheets. The tension in his body melting just enough to let the pleasure settle in. His mind quiets. His omega hums with contentment.
Louis notices the way Harry responds, his body trembling, his breath catching. "Does it feel good, omga?" She says while still stimulating his prostate, leaning down to kiss his shoulder.
Harry can’t speak. He just nods, a loud moan escaping him, full of surrender and trust.
Louis smiles against his skin, her tone teasing but tender. "Good. Maybe I make you come just from this." She whispers. "From rubbing my cock against that sweet spot of yours. Without a single proper toch to your small cock." She trails her hand down his thigh, giving two gentle taps.
Nobody has ever done that to Harry. But he thinks he's able to do it.
So, he just lies there. Breath shallow. Still feeling the tip of the alpha's cock on his spot. Then, Harry feels something else, something soft, pressing against his entrance. It takes him a second to realize. She’s so close, so fully inside him, that even her pussy lips are brushing against him.
"Alpha...fuck. This feels so good." Harry’s voice breaks, raw and loud. He can't control himself from releasing loud sounds. God, he almsot forgot about her pussy.
He feels Louis smirking againt his skin. Seeming to notice what Harry is feeling right now. Without a word, she slides her hand to the back of his neck and keeps moving in slow, deliberate circles.
Now that the alpha's lips is touching his hole, and the alpha's cock is rubbing his prostate, Harry is totally wet. Even more turned on than a few moments ago. Staying still is impossible for him.
"Alpha, I can't." He gasps, voice cracking. "Fuck me hard. I need it." He says and lifts his hips, a silent plea written in the way his body arches toward her.
Louis stills, then slowly pulls out, leaving Harry aching and breathless. No more teasing and no more warm touches againt his hole. He whines, turning to face the alpha, eyes wide and pleading. "Alpha! please. Why did you stop?"
Louis doesn’t answer right away. She only grabs his tighs, opening them wider and placing them on both of her shoulders. She leans down on his body. Brushing a soft kiss against his lips. "Because I want to see your face when you come for me, omega."
With that, she thrusts in. Harry cries out. His hands clutch at her shoulders while Louis starts fucking him at a punishing pace.
It’s overwhelming in the best way. Harry’s eyes lock onto hers, and what he sees makes his breath catch. The blue in her gaze is nearly swallowed by something darker, fiercer. She’s focused. Dominant. Completely in control. It's so good seeing the alpha like this.
Harry’s being stretched, claimed. His hole is so slick, some of it even running down his thighs. Louis’ movements into his soaked hole create a rhythm of wet, hot sounds that only turn them on more. His fingers threading through her hair, tugging gently. Needing something to hold onto while he is pressed under the weight of her body. Taking everything like a good omega.
Louis rhythm grows more intense. Her knot starts to get big, tugging at his rim with every thrust. Harry is close. So close.
Then her hand moves and finally, FINALLY, wraps around his cock.
She strokes him in perfect time with her thrusts. Harry feels everything. His spot is being hit relentlessly, her folds brushing against his hole. And most importantly, her knot.
The anticipation coils in his stomach. He knows what’s coming. He's about to be knotted.
Harry’s voice is shaky, barely holding together. He opens his mouth, asking for permission. "Alpha, please can I come? I'm so close." His breath catches, body trembling, eyes wide with need.
Louis' hand moves faster. Her skin glistening, fringe clinging to her forhead. She leans in. "Come baby. Let me see how you make a mess of yourself." Her voice commanding.
Harry lets go the moment she gives permission. Obeying the alpha Instantly. Not a second later. He spills all over his stoamch and Louis' hand. At the same time, Louis follows, her body tensing, her rhythm faltering for just a second as she reaches her own edge. Her knot swells, locking them together.
She collapses on top of Harry's body and stays there for a few moments. Harry buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. He knows the knot won't last long because of the condom. The thought stings a little. He wants to be kept like this. But he doesn't think about it. Doesn’t let the sadness take over. Not now. Instead, he focuses on the warmth of her skin, the way her fingers twitch against his thigh and tries to enjoy these few seconds. His omega has never been so happy.
They just lie there in silence, breath slowly evening out, hearts still racing from the high. Harry gently pats Louis' hair. Louis responds with a soft kiss to his neck. It takes about seven minutes for the knot to go down.
Then Louis shifts, easing out of him with a quiet, wet sound. Harry hisses, the sudden emptiness making him flinch. "Sorry. I had to do that." He hears Louis says with a breathless laugh.
After tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash, Louis gets up to bring a towel and starts cleaning. Wiping the slick from his thighs and stomach.
She starts to get up again but Harry wraps his fingers around her wrist, not letting her go. Louis sits back down, brushing a kiss across his knuckles and fingertips. "I just want to get you something to eat. Ok? It won’t take long." Another kiss. "Can you wait a little for me, omega?"
Harry nods. He doesn't have much energy to talk. He just lies there, his body feels boneless and he lets himself sink into the mattress. It's easier to let the alpha take care of him now.
When Louis comes back, she has some bananas and a glass of juice in her hand. She sits beside him, helping him ease up against the headboard. Slowly, she brings the glass of juice to his lips. Harry opens his mouth and sips, it's pineapple and sweet on his tongue. "Sweet is good for me, right alpha?" He says, remembering the time when Louis fed him pineapple juice when they were in her office. He takes another sip, bigger this time.
Louis laughs softly, brushing her fingers through Harry’s hair. Knowing exactly what he is talking about. "Of course. But not much sweet. Just enough to bring back your energy." She says and begins feeding him small pieces of banana. Harry takes one of the pieces and lifts it to her lips. "You should eat something too," he murmurs.
She kisses his knuckle once, then opens her mouth and chews slowly. "Do you think you can get up now? We should take a shower. Oh and I should change this sheet." Her eyes stay on Harry as she gently massages his shoulders, fingers working in slow circles to ease the tension. "Also warm water is good for both of us."
Harry agrees, they both need to clean up before sleep.
He sinks into the tub, letting the water cradle him, while Louis is changing the sheets and cleaning. He insisted on helping but she declined. Saying she can take care of everything and Harry should only be worried about himself.
It feels so good letting himself go one more time. He just sits there while Louis washes his curls gently. Careful not to hurt him. Her hands are so soft inside his hair.
They don't take long. Once they’re clean and warm, they slip into bed. Harry curling on his side, Louis behind him. Her arm draped over his waist. Spooning him. Kissing his hair and neck, her fingers tracing slow circles along his side.
Harry smiles, eyes fluttering shut. "Goodnight, Louis," he whispers, voice thick with sleep and happiness."
Louis hums against his skin, her breath soft at his ear. "Goodnight, pretty omega."
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The morning light filters through the curtain, casting soft gold across Harry’s face. He blinks against it, then stretches with a quiet yawn, arms reaching above his head.
He usually sleeps well when his inner omega is satisfied, but last night was just something else entirely.
Louis is behind him. Her right arm draped around his waist, possessive even in sleep. She’s close. So close that Harry can feel the steady rhythm of her breath against his back and her hard cock against his naked bum.
She's sleeping, but her body is completely awake.
Harry shifts slightly, pressing back into the warmth behind him, making her cock rubs even more on his naked body. The closeness makes his skin buzz. Heat pools low in his belly, slick starts to gush out of his hole. His omega stirring restlessly inside him. Ready to take the alpha's knot first thing in the morning.
He bites his lip, trying to stay quiet, not wanting to wake her. And his body is already awake. Aching, wanting.
But it's late.
Louis grips his waist tightly, keeping him pinned. Harry moans into the pillow, realizing she’s awake now.
Her right hand slides up slowly, fingers threading through his curls before gently tugging his head back. Her breath is warm against his ear as she whispers. "Are you really that desperate for me, omega? Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?"
Harry’s eyes flutter shut, his breathing quick and shallow. "Yeah, please. I want it. Alpha."
Louis starts kissing the spot beneath his ear, trailing down the curve of his neck. Her mouth lingers at his scent gland, warm and deliberate. She licks it while her hand traces slow circles on his hip. "Omega, fuck. You're so wet I can smell it on you." she murmurs, voice low and rough.
Then, she bites gently on his bonding mark. Harry moans loud at that. He knows it's in every alpha's nature do it. To claim, to bond. And his omega aches for it, pulses with need.
But this time it's not just instinct.
It's him.
His own desire. His own choice.
And it’s a feeling he’s never known before.
Right now, all he wants is her, the alpha whose hands are sliding between his thighs, slow and deliberate.
His body responds instinctively, slick already pooling. She touches his thigh once, then lifts her hand to look at it. It's so wet it even surprises Harry. He can't believe he's so soaked already and Louis hasn’t even done anything yet.
The alpha licks her fingers once. "Oh, my pretty girl." she murmurs, wiping her hand on the sheets. "You taste exactly how an omega should. So delicious and sweet."
Then she shifts, turning fully to lean back against the headboard. She taps her thighs once, a quiet command. "On my lap, pretty omega." She says gently.
At the same time, her hands find his waist, guiding him with ease. She settles him onto her lap, bending his knees so he’s curled against her, his back resting against her thighs.
He's completely open now. His body on full display and ready to pleasure the alpha however she desires.
Louis reaches for the condom on the nightstand. She gives Harry a playful slap on his arse once, voice low and firm. "Now, sit on my cock. You're so wet it goes in easily."
Her hands find his waist, guiding him with steady pressure. "Come on. Don't make me wait."
Harry quickly obeys. He grips Louis' thigh for better leverage. He gets up a little, only to aim the tip of her cock against his slicked opening.
He sinks down slowly, the tip slipping inside. But Louis doesn't wait much. She pushes him down, making her cock go inside him in one sharp thrust.
Harry yelps. He leans his body forward and puts his palm on Louis' chest.
It feels so good to be filled like this.
Louis rubs his back, soothing him. The gentle touch makes his heart warm once again. "That's how you do it omega. Now move, I don't have all day." She says but her voice is soft.
Harry whines. He strarts moving up and down. He keeps his palms on her chest to do it better.
"Fuck. It feels so good alpha." He says, moving faster. His tits starts bouncing with his movements. Louis just lies there. Her hands locked behind her head. She does nothing exepct for seeing and enjoying the view. Her eyes are scanning his whole body. Dominance radiating from her posture and her scent.
Harry inhales. His movements slow down and that makes her cock goes even deeper, hitting the sweet spot inside him. It feels so good going all the way down on her. It makes him feel her pussy lips and the knot starting to get big.
He plans his feet firmer on the sheets, preparing to speed his movements again, His omega thrills at the thought of finally getting the alpha’s knot.
Except, Louis speaks, just one word. "Stop!"
She says casually but firmly, resting her hands on her sides and doesn't let him move.
Harry stays still, sitting on her cock. He was so close to come, and so close to be knotted by the alpha. Dissapointment is written all over his face. But he doesn't dare move his body until Louis tells him.
Louis smirks. "Yeah. Just like that. Keep me nice and warm. Good girl."
Harry nods, though it was hard not moving at all with her cock rubbing against his walls. He clenches his hole. It's the only thing he can do now. To make Louis feel the most pleasure.
It seems to work because Louis hisses and rolls her eyes "Fuck. Omega. You're driving me crazy."
Harry smiles, proud of himself to know he's doing a good job for the alpha. Then, Louis turns on her side. Making her cock moves a bit in his hole. Harry hisses and tries to control himself while Louis stretches her right hand to the nighstand, grabbing a cigarette and a blue lighter. She places it between her lips and turns it on, taking a deep breath of it before exhaling the smoke in the opposite direction, careful not to blow it on Harry's face. Though, he doesn't mind if she does it either.
"I know they say cigarettes after sex. But...well, sometimes the sex is so good I can't reject it." Louis says gently, as if explaining him her actions. Harry doesn't need it. He doesn't mind. He can sit here all day, keeping her cock warm and let Louis smoke. It's what makes him happy.
He doesn't say anything. He just lets Louis enjoy this moment. The silence stretches but it's not awkward. It's nice. It feels more intimate than sex.
"But I don't do it very often. Just a few times...I don't know, it's been a long time. It just feels good now." She says while rubbing his thigh, making Harry feel kind of special. He reminds himself it's nothing important but his omega disagrees.
Louis trails her fingers up and touches Harry's small cock. Make it hard for him to stay still. He closes his eyes as her long fingers start rubbing his cock. Slowly. Up and down. She inhales the last drag and puts the rest on the ashtray on the nightstand and starts stroking his cock faster.
Harry finally loses controll over his body. He moves, making the tip of her cock nudges against his prostate. He releases his breath with a loud exhale. "Please don't stop. Please alpha please." He begs, now so close to coming after waiting for a long time.
Fuck. Her fingers are so good. So skillful. They wrap around his cock and then unwraps to stroke the tip. Treating like it's something delicate. He wonders how she is so good with her hands because he can't even give good handjobs like her.
"Yes. Alpha. Just like that. Fuck. You're hands are so good. How are you so good at it? God. I love them." He says, mumbling the last part. He's so lost in the sensation he doesn't even realizes he asks the quetion out loud until it's said.
Louis chuckles, stroking him faster. "Are you just saying that or actually asking me?"
Harry opens his eyes. He didn't expect that Louis would have an answer for it. "I'm...um...asking you?" He says quietly but curiously, now he really wants to know the reason.
Louis laughs slightly. "Well. It's definitely not something you would like to hear. At least not now." Her gaze shifts between his cock and his eyes until it finally settles on his eyes. "But you seem so curious now. So I tell you."
She squeezes his tip slowly, making Harry hiss. It hurts a little but it's good.
"Let's just say...I have some experiences with female omegas. Not a lot. But those were enough for me to learn how to work better with my hands. It's the best way to rub a clit and to turn them on even more."
Harry frowns. So that's why she's doing it so good. She's acting like his small cock is a clit. Louis was right. He likes the outcome but he doesn’t like hearing about other omegas.
His scent starts to shift. A hint of jealousy can be noticed. And Louis notices that. Of course she does. She smirks. "No need to behave like this omega. The important thing is you're my pretty girl now, yeah?"
Harry nods, deciding to focus on Louis' words. He likes to be her pretty girl, even if it's only for now.
He forgets all about it the moment Louis' knot tugs at his hole, getting bigger and bigger, urging him to move faster. "Fuck. Yes. Come inside me. My pussy needs you alpha."
Louis smirkes. She shifts out of her relaxed posture. "Is that so?" She says and grabs his waist, taking the matters in her own hands. Thrusting up and inside him. Angling his postate, hitting it with each thrust.
Harry moans, pleasure runs through his body, making him roll his eyes and his head snaping back. If it weren’t for Louis' hands holding him firmly, he would've lost his balance minutes ago.
He stays pliant in her hands. Louis' movements become faster and faster, ready to knot Harry. Rubbing his cock, stroking it in times with her thrusts until Harry can't hold it in anymore. "Fuck. Alpha. Can I come?" He pants against her shoulder, asking for permission.
Louis bites his neck, just enough to make it sting and to color the skin red. As soon as her knot pops, she finally allows him. "Come. Now."
Harry does. He squeezes his eyes shot as he releases himself all over Louis' stomach and at the same time, taking her knot like a good omega that he is. He wraps his hands around her neck, feeling the alpha's hard breaths against his neck. Both of them closing their eyes, drowning in the moment and trying to even their breaths, coming down from their high.
Finally, Louis takes her cock out, making Harry whine at the loss. She ties the condom and tosses it aside. It's gross but it's not something they're worried about right now. She gently pushes Harry of her lap so he can lie on his side. He slowly opens his eyes and is faced with Louis' beautiful blue eyes.
She caresses his cheek, tucking the strands of curls behind his ear. "Are you okay? You came very hard it made me worried for a second."
Harry laughs. "I think I really saw the stars." He says, making Louis laugh too.
She leans down to press a small kiss on his lips. "Me too baby."
Harry's eyes go wide at the nickname. It's the first time Louis calls him that. But it's probably nothing, just the high of the moment. Louis doesn't even know what she's saying. He tells hismslef that but his heart never stops pounding.
Louis tangles his hand in his hair, messaging his scalp and making him purr unintentionally. "Do you like it when I call you baby?"
Harry nods. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know what Louis means and where she's going with all of this.
She continues. "Maybe we can hang out more and I can call you that more often. What do you say?" She says and goes to his temples, messaging them. Seeming to know it's something that makes Harry calm down.
Harry stays silent for a moment. He doesn't know what Louis is asking. Whether it's just a casual hangout or a date. But it doesn't matter, he will accept it. He does anything just to spend more time with the alpha.
He opens his mouth. "Yes. I would like it." His voice comes out queitly. Unsure how Louis would react now.
She just kisses his head and hums softly. "Good. Because I want it too." She says and rubs his back soothingly.
Harry stares at him, not believing what he just heard. "You do? Really?"
Louis laughs against his skin. "Yes. I like to spoil you. Giving you pretty flowers because you're my pretty girl." She draws small circles on his shoulder. "Maybe I could even take you one a date." She murmers the last part.
Harry's really shocked to hear that. His friends had always told him Louis' not that kind of girl. That she's emotionless. But the way she’s treated him says otherwise.
He decides not to think about it that much. They have to talk about everything later. For now, he just focuses on the moment. He nods happily. "I love that, alpha."
Louis smiles. She kisses his lips fiercely. "Let's go and take a shower. I’ll order breakfast from outside. Then, we can enjoy our time a bit more. If that's what you want."
Harry hides his face in her neck. He has just taken her knot but his body doesn’t seem tired at all. He tries to control himself and gets up. "Okay. Alpha. Whatever you say."